With these beautiful verses, an elderly man, short, wearing glasses, went to the checkout.
She smiled sweetly. No one has ever read poetry to her. Apparently this is not her. So it seemed. Romantic, she decided. Nowadays, you rarely meet a person who reads poetry. This is all probably left somewhere in the past.
He came very often. Each time I read different poems.
Either he will tell about green eyes, then about curls, then about the sweet name "Anastasia".
She was always smiling. I waited for him every shift.
He did not come for a long time ... She waited ... She thought about him. Where is this kind, well-mannered person, dear grandfather, who cheered her up.
He came, this time without poetry. The only thing, he asked her if it was possible to give her a gift.
There are 100,500 thoughts in her head! "What gift? Why? No! I will not accept! What gifts can there be! Aha NOW!" - She became serious.
He did not take the word of refusal at all. I left my purchases on the table and went to the storage boxes. He took out a book. I went to the checkout and asked if there was a pen.
Wrote to "Dear Nastenka. A bright path in life. 09/29/07" Autograph.
She broke into a smile. Then she did not know that it was the Pyriatinsky poet and writer Vitaly Nikolaevich Sterkhov.
By the way, after that incident, my life went uphill!
Have you ever received gifts, unexpectedly, completely strangers?